Characters: Strider, Merry
Book/Source: LoTR FoTR pre-Council of Elrond
Disclaimer: Not my characters, JRRT's characters, played with for fun not profit
Note: for the into challenge.
Merry turned the knife in his hands, overawed by its ancient lineage. What great prince had once owned this weapon?
The vision on the Barrow-downs had shown tall, stern-faced men. Guardians, Tom had said, watching over heedless folk.
Merry felt exceedingly heedless when his grip faltered and the knife tumbled to the ground.
‘It’s hopeless. There’s no way anyone’ll ever make me into a warrior. No more likely than, than… Than Strider here being made into a king!’
Whether the Ranger was more discomforted by Merry’s doubts or the coughing fit his pipe had just produced was difficult to tell.